I don't give a motherfuck where you reppin' about your weapons and your cash
Motherfucker you can blow it out the rectum of your ass
Drop me off in any sector, any section of the map
In about a second I'll successfully adapt
Every second's millisecond I be workin' on my craft
I be runnin' rap but I will never catch a cramp
Because before I make a record I be stretchin' out my calves
And I could never write graf
But I could always write raps
I think about the days when chicks was walkin' right past
But now they call me right back
So I suggest you go ahead and wave your white flag
And brush your teeth and fight plaqueAnd since you never know what a woman might have
Keep a jimmy hat

Cause you don't wanna catch crabs
My alliances with lions are lines on the left
When it comes to science we the brightest and the best
When we step up in the party, the party commence
Any time we rock a party watch for cardiac arrest
When your party's so lethargic, you need an EMS
Hit my Motorola I'll be over in a jif
As a whippersnapper I was known to shoot the five
And I wind up in the principles where I would plead the fifthChicks not into gettin' physical simply do not exist

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